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‘mr pohotny, senior vice president of a bank prominent in the capital city, met god on a train’
– zoran zivoković, the train
I love writing.
I love reading.
There was a time, long long ago, when two of the few things that kept me sane were the well thumbed pages of an Isaac Asimov novel, oh, and strawberry jam sandwiches. With lots of creamy butter on thickly sliced white bread. Pure poison, the sandwich, not Asimov, that was ‘Childhood’s End’, literally and metaphorically.
I was barely eight years old.
But, that’s another story.
This post is not about me, well not really, it’s about a man called Zoran Živković.
And it’s also, indirectly, about a country, a city, a people, and a whole bloody lot more.
But mostly, it’s about him.
I’m a big fan of Stephen King, I’m one of his ‘constant readers’. My recollection may…
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“No man is an island…
…Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.”
– John Donne
I have been very lucky in life, in some ways.
You may choose whether you agree. Or you may not.
I have circumnavigated the globe by air. Twice. In both directions. In Business Class. Pampered and spoiled. Wined and dined. And once, just once, in First Class, been plied with glass after glass of Krug until wheels up, before flying across half the world in a goose down duvet with tea served in a china cup by a flight attendant who actually appeared to genuflect.
As a senior official in the Federal Government of the Commonwealth of Australia, I found myself invited by Qantas to pass through the hidden portal of the Chairman’s Lounge, rubbing shoulders with Ministers of the Commonwealth…
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(icon of western hedonism against backdrop of nationalist feeling, dorćol) (for dp weekly photo challenge - inspiration) (also for luciles' s photo 101rehab) *shot with nikon d700 and nikkor 70-200mm f/4 lens at ISO200, 70mm, 1/125s and f/5, edited in aperture 3 and analog ex pro with wet plate filter 9 applied, not taking sides*
(Photos courtesy of Ivan Kovanović from Komshe) Thank you to all at Komshe and Klub Dvoristance for organising a wonderful evening at such a cool venue along the banks of the Sava in Savamala last Thursday evening. And thank you to HMA Denis Keefe, Mrs Kate Keefe and Mrs Tracy Gallagher from the British Embassy … Continue reading belgradestreets at klub dvoristance
“It is not for me to judge another man's life. I must judge, I must choose, I must spurn, purely for myself. For myself, alone.” ― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha (drawing a line, pedestrian crossing, pariska, kalemegdan) Sometimes we all have to paint a very big line on the street. A boundary. And choose where we stand. … Continue reading close up